A day starts when you think it starts, I always think. So this one runs from Friday evening to Saturday evening. In the loveliest Summertime we’ve had for years.
Obviously anyone with any intelligence knows the times are changing and there could be hailstones tomorrow. But May, June and July in England this year has been composed of more halcyon days than we’ve been used to for a long time. And maybe August too?
So Friday evening begins at Sarah’s allotment.
This would have been a beloved friend’s 43rd birthday. So Sarah remembers Rachel.
It’s the day of the August Granby Four Streets Market.
I spend much of my time there talking with Eleanor Lee about their Community Land Trust and what’s sounding like a reasonably positive position there now. Involving the City Council and various partners talking about real possibilities.
Leaving Granby I walk along Princes.
Then along Parly and into Percy Street.
Like who owns them, any plans? I’m virtually certain they don’t belong to Liverpool Housing Trust. So who?
Along Canning and past the Cathedral.
Down Duke Street. One of Liverpool’s oldest streets.
Then it’s back out to a crowded Pier Head. Where Liverpool Pride is taking place. Our Gay, Bi, Lesbian and Trans Gender festival.
And, seeing me taking photographs, this group of young people were keen to be in one.
This was constructed by Cammell Laird’s Shipbuilders in the 1960s. with help on the measurements from Frank Horton, Sarah’s Dad.
And you’ll need to look very very closely to see it, but there’s a rainbow flag flying there. Pulled up (or whatever the proper flag-terminology is) earlier in this Liverpool Pride day, by Gary Millar. Liverpool’s first proudly gay Lord Mayor.
Listening to Louis Armstrong? Why not.
“That lucky old sun, got nothing to do, But roll around Heaven all day.”